Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Twenty two•~~

"I will kill you and then I can leave your prison for sure," she whispered sternly, putting the disarrayed shape of the glass against his neck.

Masab silently stood there, wanting her to do whatever was in her mind. He straightened his neck and glanced at her with a grim look. Andaleeb's hand continued shivering as quickly as it was reaching near him. She was brave but not cruel like this man to take someone's life like this, even though he was a murderer, stalker, and kidnapper. The glass lightly grazed against his collarbone, causing a scratch there. After a few seconds, a thin line of blood oozed out of it. But the next thing that happened shocked her; he held her wrist and took out the piece of glass from her. He closed his palm over it. A gasp sounded from her mouth when she saw red lines of blood dribbling through his hand.

Masab hurled the blood-tinged glass away before walking in her direction, forcing her to take steps back. This continued until she had to sit over the edge of the bed again. He again shadowed her with his bulk, making her swallow thickly.

He smirked. "Killing me isn't that easy. That was way too basic for me. And I am afraid if you try something doing any harm to you again, I would have to tie you up."

"Where is my phone?" She asked, going completely off track.

He glanced at his palm, where still the fresh blood was coming out, and the old one was forming a scrape. The sight made her queasy and she looked away.

"Where would it be, Andaleeb? Of course, I have it, and you won't get it back until you decide to talk to me and hear what I say without turning wild and calmly," he spoke fearlessly.

A vibration occurred in her jaw as she tried to gather the rising anger inside of her. By far, she had realized that she had to somehow act reasonably to have a chance against Masab Shah Alavi.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, finally coming to the point because she knew that without knowing his motive, it was futile to keep on trying to escape.

"First you are going to act like a good girl and have a shower. Get freshened up, have dinner, and then we'll talk. I don't like to repeat myself, Andaleeb," he ordered her.

She pressed her lips together. A tinge of fear lurked in her heart. "I refuse to become any kind of pawn for you, Masab. If you intend to force me, then first kill me and then do anything to me after that. But when I am here breathing in front of you, don't humiliate me in my own eyes."

His name coming from her mouth acted as a new breath, a new heartbeat, and a new dew drop for him. But her next line made him furious. Darkness occupied his eyes, which, for the first time, made Andaleeb fear him.

He exhaled swiftly. "The one who actually loves respects their lovers."

She laughed sarcastically at this. "By kidnapping them and keeping them as captive. By hurting them and also hurting the one they love. This isn't love, Masab. That's obsession. I refuse to accept your mantra of love. It can be anything but not love. Love is about sacrifices, not selfishness."

A vein throbbed over his temple. "You don't know me well enough. Well, no more negotiations. If you want me not to act badly with you, do as I am saying."

He left the room after that, leaving her alone. Andaleeb's mind quickly started working again. Her gaze flung towards the floor where his blood was still staining the white tiles. She again felt nauseated, but this time, it made her feel some kind of gratification. She could find something to make a way for herself. All of this she did was to have her last effort over striving for freedom. That was another thing that Masab didn't opt to act upon tying her up for misbehaving with her right away. That gave her enough room and time to make some plans.